"That cowardly waste, he sure can run fast."

Little He was worried about Jiang Chi's safety and wanted to catch up, but was tightly entangled by the mountain bandits, unable to move.

Chen Qingyi slashed down a bandit with a single stroke and glanced at the distant carriage, her expression thoughtful.

The one-eyed brute also noticed.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away to report!"

At his command, ten bandits mounted their horses and gave chase.

The carriage raced recklessly down the mountain road.

Jiang Chi sat at the front, glancing back.

Four bandits on horseback were closing in, getting nearer and nearer.

"Stop! I'll cut you down if you keep running!"

"Stop, kid, you can't escape."

Naturally, Jiang Chi didn't listen.

"Run? I never intended to."

His gaze towards the pursuing bandits changed.

It wasn't fear, but calmness.

He looked at the woods by the roadside, pulled the reins, and the carriage veered onto a side path.

The path was narrower, flanked by dense forest.

Jiang Chi jumped off the carriage, slapped the horse's rump, and the carriage continued forward.

He slipped into the roadside bushes.

When the first bandit caught up and saw the empty carriage, he was momentarily stunned.

"Where is he?"

"Behind you!!!"

The bandit heard the voice, turned his head—before he could see clearly.

Deer Form Great Perfection, one step thirty meters, there in a blink.

A fist shot out.

A fist had already struck his chest.

Tiger Form Pouncing Kill—Black Tiger Steals the Heart.

"Bang—!!!"

His chest caved in, blood spurted from his mouth.

The body fell heavily from the horse, crashing to the ground.

Jiang Chi didn't stop.

The second bandit arrived, saw the corpse on the ground, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"There's an ambush—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chi was already in front of him.

Another punch pierced through.

Black Tiger Steals the Heart!

Bang!

Using the cover of night and the dense forest, Jiang Chi unleashed the Five-Animal Transformation Art to its fullest.

Then the third, fourth corpse, fifth, sixth... all lay separately along the side path.

Each had their chest pierced through, killed with a single punch.

Jiang Chi was killing like a madman!

The night became his best ally.

The entire forest was filled with a murderous aura, startling birds and beasts!

Jiang Chi slowly withdrew his hand, no more bandits left to kill.

After killing all he could, Jiang Chi used Deer Form—Tracking, moving like the wind, one step thirty meters, quickly catching up with the runaway carriage.

He flipped onto the carriage, pulled the reins to control it.

Back at the escort agency.

Chen Qingyi slashed down the one-eyed brute, and the bandits, leaderless, began to scatter and flee.

"Chase! Get the carriage back!" Old Sun shouted.

Chen Qingyi said nothing, mounted a horse, and pursued along the mountain road.

Little He closely followed behind.

Not far along, they saw the first corpse.

A bandit lay in the middle of the road, a hole in his chest, dead in a gruesome manner.

The smell of blood filled the forest.

Little He gasped.

"This... who did this?"

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Chen Qingyi dismounted, crouched to examine.

"A punch through, such a domineering technique!"

She stood up and continued forward.

The second, third, fourth corpse. One after another, ten corpses lay along the way.

Each killed with a single punch, chest hollowed out.

Little He's face turned pale.

"This... who could have done this?"

Chen Qingyi said nothing.

She looked at the bodies on the ground, then at the bloodstains by the roadside.

A thought emerged in her mind.

Impossible.

How could it be?

She mounted her horse again.

"Keep chasing."

The escorts rode for a long time, chasing all the way.

They finally saw Jiang Chi.

He was crouching on the carriage, holding his head, moving slowly forward, his clothes stained with blood, his face "pale."

"Brother Chi!" Little He shouted.

Jiang Chi "panicked" and turned his head, seeing them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You... you came..."

He "trembled" as he got off the carriage, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.

Clearly, he was frightened by the earlier scene.

Little He quickly supported him.

"Are you okay?"

"No... I'm fine..."

Old Sun dismounted, limping over, glanced at the blood on his clothes.

"Are you hurt?"

"No... it's the horse's blood..."

Jiang Chi pointed to the horse by the roadside.

Chen Qingyi asked, "What about those bandits?"

Jiang Chi "confusedly" shook his head, "I don't know... I ran fast... they didn't catch up!"

Chen Qingyi looked at him.

Blood on his clothes.

Blood on his hands.

But no injuries on his body.

She was silent for three seconds.

"Let's go, leave here quickly."

Old Sun cursed.

"Damn it, this trip was a huge loss..."

Little He helped Jiang Chi onto the carriage.

Chen Qingyi walked at the back, glancing at the bandit corpses lying along the way. Each killed with a single punch, chest pierced through.

She looked again at Jiang Chi's back, said nothing.

Three days later.

Jiang Chi pushed open the door, Su Qianxue was cooking at the stove, hearing the noise, she turned around.

Seeing Jiang Chi, Su Qianxue ran over.

"Brother Chi, you're back?"

She saw the dried blood on his clothes, her face changed.

"Are you hurt?!"

"No, it's not my blood."

Su Qianxue didn't believe him, quickly checked him over, confirmed he wasn't hurt, and finally relaxed.

"You scared me to death..."

"It's fine."

Jiang Chi took off his clothes, tossed them into a basin.

"Wash it."

Su Qianxue held the basin, saw the blood on the clothes, her hand trembled slightly.

But she didn't ask, she soaked the clothes in water, scrubbing hard.

Jiang Chi sat on the doorstep, looking at the persimmon tree.

Moonlight shone on the leaves, sparkling.

He thought: Over a dozen bandits, one punch each, the power of Tiger Form was greater than he imagined. He looked down at his hands. The knuckles were bruised, but they didn't hurt.

Next time, aim to not use a single punch.

If he could learn to use a blade, it would be more convenient.

At the same time.

Chen Qingyi, already home.

She sat dazed, wiping the slender, narrow blade.

The blade reflected the candlelight, cold as her expression.

She wiped slowly, very slowly.

Her mind replayed the day's events.

Jiang Chi was the first to notice something wrong.

He warned, but no one listened.

And he was mocked.

Then she noticed too.

But nearly thirty meters too late.

The bandits attacked, Jiang Chi "fled in fear."

Ten bandits chased after him.

Ten, all dead.

Killed with a single punch, chest pierced through.

The deaths were terrifying.

And Jiang Chi, blood on him, blood on his hands, but uninjured.

"Ran fast"?

How fast could a carriage run? Faster than a horse?

Ten mounted bandits couldn't catch a carriage-driving waste?

Chen Qingyi sheathed the blade.

If, if Jiang Chi hadn't panicked, driven away, leading away over a dozen bandits.

Those twenty-some bandits besieging their six escorts, they couldn't have all returned safely like now.

Could it be...

This was truly a coincidence.

She stood, walked to the window, looked at the moonlight outside.

That person... what was he hiding?

She recalled Jiang Chi's eyes.

Today on the mountain road, when everyone laughed at him, his gaze was calm.

Not fear, not anger.

Calm.

Like a still pond.

But beneath still waters, often lies the deepest undercurrent.

Chen Qingyi turned, blew out the lamp.

Maybe all this, really was just my imagination...